The Mythical Man-Month: After 20 years

The plane droned through the night toward LaGuardia. Clouds and darkness veiled all interesting sights. The document I was studying was pedestrian. I was not, however, bored. The stranger sitting next to me was reading The Mythical Man-Month, and I was waiting to see if by word or sign he would react. Finally as we taxied toward the gate, I could wait no longer: "How is that book? Do you recommend it?" “Hmph! Nothing in it I didn’t know already.”